Her Name Expresses The Opposite Of Happiness. Poem by Immortal blank state

You tell the whole world i need to clean up my act.
But you can't even say it to my face, that's a fact.
You are assuming that i have an attitude towards you.
When i haven't even spoken to you, what did i do?
You contain the attitude, and you contain two faces.
Yet you think everyone hates me while your heart has loose shoelaces?
And you acknowledge everyone, saying i have no talent with writing.
Or you think i have no music talent, all you want is fighting!
If you do not like who i am, then why speak of me? ?
Just forget about me, live your own life, and live it free.
There is no right or wrong. So you're definitly not good.
How are you good, if you speak hurtful words, not that i would!
All you say is i complain, when really it's you, while i'm zen.
I choose to respect you and be kind, but you will... when?
You think you're all that, thinking you know everything about music and art.
No one's perfect, go to the thrift store and buy yourself a heart.
If you don't like me, or my poems, or my music, then leave me alone, to my own universe of life.
But you will choose to gossip with the devil, and fail at backstabbing me with a knife.
I'm not stupid, nor intelligent, but i acknowledge that you're just a rotting insect covered with lies.
You're no Buddha, or Senor Diablo, but someone that actually tries............
That tries to be Buddha or Senor Diablo... what a shame.
Your art is fake, it's empty and cold, and if your mad, no longer will i take the blame!
Now you fake, heartless, hurtful person, do you enjoy my writing and my poems now?
You will just go ahead speaking of your anger towards me with others, gossip again? all i can say is wow.

[[written on June 5th,2009]]